Chapter 886 Return
The fierce fire burned through most of the sky, and the thick clouds in winter evaporated under the high temperature of the fire.
A man, bathed in the fierce holy fire, crashed into Jiuyuan Mountain like a spark flying from the sky.
The flames flowed back to the man's eyebrows and dispersed. This man's face was naturally pale, with a red fire mark between his eyebrows, and his facial features were deep, as handsome as a god of fire.
He stood outside the gate, and when the wind and snow fell around him, they all avoided and gave way as if they were afraid.
Xiao Ming's eyes quickly scanned the hall, and finally settled on Bai Liyu. His face became solemn, and then he saluted and said, "I have met the sword master."
Bai Liyu's gaze Hei looked at him solemnly and said nothing.
But no one knew that the heart under his chest at this moment seemed to be tightly grasped by an iron pincer.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiao Ming pondered for a while, as if he was thinking of an explanation.
Immediately he straightened his face, with a businesslike look on his face, and said calmly: "According to the order of the sect master, I am here to inform you that the young master of Baituo Mountain of Tianxi Sword Sect, in the early morning of recent morning , was buried on the Nanze Mountain of Taixuanzong. The owner of the sword is his father, and he hopes to leave immediately to see him off on his last journey.”
The whole audience was shocked and speechless!
Bai Liyu's body shook violently, the blood on his face faded, and the hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened.
The dark eyes were lifeless, as if half of their souls were dead.
The thin body was stretched tightly under the black clothes, and the clear and handsome face was suddenly covered with the color of weather.
Ka ka ka......
A faint frozen sound spread through the quiet auditorium.
Xiao Ming looked around and saw that the beautiful bride with red makeup was feeling very cold all over her body, and the terrifying frost was spreading from where she stood.
How to describe the look on her face at this moment?
She was so hopelessly pale and hesitant that Xiao Ming's words were like a cold and sharp knife that penetrated her body and heart mercilessly.
Broken all her hopes.
Yin Baishuang stood there blankly, her face blank, not crying, but everyone could see through her pale face.
It was as if I saw a helpless and helpless girl who was desperate and broken, her voice was hoarse from crying, broken and choked with sobs.
Yin Dufeng was also stunned, thinking that he had finally let go of his prejudices and was ready to accept that kid. Why did he suddenly say that he would be gone if there was no one left?
He looked at his daughter with worried eyes and called out in a low voice worriedly: "My daughter...my daughter."
The blank emotion felt like a tight thread because of this gentle call. The string suddenly broke.
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes instantly turned red, and a hint of purple flashed through her eyes in sadness and despair.
Purple intention is fleeting, but it has already become a demon.
A handful of frost placed on Zheng Siyan’s head caused endless debate!
She opened her lips slightly, and her voice was hoarse and hollow: "Luozi!"
Her slender jade arms were raised flat, and under her fingertips, which were as long as cold jade, a white seed condensed out of thin air, with the appearance of a white seed. It is extremely ordinary, no different from the chess pieces played by folk chess masters.
But when this white stone appeared, everyone in the audience took a breath. Even Xiao Ming, who had just arrived at Jiuyuan Mountain, had a look of shock on his face, and his eyes changed when he looked at Yin Baishuang.
"Moqi Palace! Isn't this Luo Baizi from Moqi Palace? She actually comprehended a hidden palace?!" Someone exclaimed, extremely shocked.
Tianxi has the sword, Taixuan has the scriptures, and Cangwu has the palace and the temple!
“Oh my god, she is so young, she is only sixteen years old this year, but she has already understood Izo. I am afraid this girl will never be a thing in the pond in the future!”
“Having this daughter in Cangwu is really a blessing to the people!”
Yin Baishuang did not listen to the compliments that came one after another at the table.
For this group of people, in this era of the heyday of immortality, the rise of a shocking genius is far more eye-catching than the death of an unknown young man.
She crushed the white seed hard, and the next moment, it appeared on Nanze Mountain thousands of miles away.
"Roar!"
A dragon roar resounded throughout the world.
The dragon rises out of its sheath brazenly.
Everyone saw Bailiyu riding a dragon and riding a sword, filled with evil energy.
The sky he passed through was cut through by a scarlet and violent sword energy.
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and finally all eyes fell on the two masters and father of the Ghost Sect.
I thought to myself, today is really a happy event followed by a tragic event.
I'm afraid that from now on, there will be no more ghost gates in Jiuyuan Mountain, right?
The sky tore out a sword that penetrated thousands of miles. In just one stick of incense, Baili Yu had reached Taixuan.
There are no plain clothes for funerals in the mountains. The disciples in the mountains practice as usual, and everything is just like before.
Bai Liyu thought with a pale face that this must be a lie.
That guy Su Guanhai must be aggrieved, so he thought of a vicious way to disturb his mind.
It must be like this... It must be like this...
But the more he thought about it, the more panicked and uneasy Bailiyu felt.
Until he came to the Taixuanzong Hall and saw the huge purple gold coffin lying quietly across the hall, Bailiyu felt five thunders hitting his head, making him unable to think anymore.
Su Guanhai and his wife stood on both sides of the purple gold coffin, their heads bowed deeply. Dark shadows spread on their faces, making it difficult to see their emotions.
In the huge purple gold coffin, Yin Baishuang was dressed in red dots, her wedding dress was like fire, but she was holding the body of the young man in the coffin, her eyes had long been shattered and dead.
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According to human legend, in that year, the young master of Baituo Mountain died in Nanze Mountain of Taixuanzong, and the cause of death was unknown.
The talented monastic girl who was born at a young age opened the Moqi Hall, one of the ten Tibetan halls, in that year, and traveled thousands of miles to Nanze Mountain.
Took away the personal belongings of the young master of Bai Tuo Mountain, the Suzaku Universe Bag.
Some people are curious about what kind of treasures are stored in the Suzaku Universe Bag, which can be kept close to this talented and stunning girl for more than two hundred years.
A disciple of the Taixuan inner sect gave an answer, saying that it was a sword, a broken sword named Quansheng.
Back then, when the sword master saw the sword falling out of the Suzaku Universe Bag, he cried out in pain for the first time in his life. His hair turned white and his face was broken by crying.
Later, the two people actually got into a fierce fight. One was the proud man of heaven, and the other was a great master.
I heard that they only fought for a sword that was broken into pieces and could not be repaired. Some people say that Yin Baishuang did not overestimate his own abilities and relied on his talent, so he arrogantly provoked the number one person in heaven.
Some people say that the sword master used his powerful cultivation to bully the small, and actually used his powerful cultivation level to seriously injure that once-in-a-thousand-year-old genius, causing him to fall to the first-level realm of seeking the Tao.
But what the truth is... no one knows.
This year can be said to be the most exciting and eventful year in the history of immortality on earth, except for the thrilling and tragic battle between good and evil.
The young master of Baituo Mountain died tragically for no reason. Later, his mother, Queen Tu Yingji, took away his body and used ancient secret techniques to bring him back to life.
From then on, Zhongyou and Tianxi Jingwei became clear, and father and son broke up. The young master of Baituo Mountain embarked on the path of ghosts, and became famous. His destiny as the Ghost Sword Master was astonishing and will last forever!
In the same year, the daughter of Su Guanhai, Emperor Taixuanzong, went up to Xiaoleiyu Mountain alone on a frosty night, using her state of mindlessness to resist the nine thunder tribulations.
After the thunder tribulation, a strange scene appeared in Taixuan. Nine ancient and vast scripture-storing pavilions bloomed with nine-colored divine light. Among them, the nine most mysterious and ancient scriptures opened their pages on their own, and extremely miraculous growth occurred. A nine-petal white lotus, the petals of the water lily are pure white and flawless, like the most sacred and clean light in the world.
Nine scriptures, nine lotuses.
Only the nine-petaled white lotus heart was enveloped in a hint of darkness.
The nine-petal white lotus gives birth to black mystery.
The daughter of the leader of Taixuan Sect awakened the Heavenly Aperture Heart Eye and the Native Heart Sutra on that night of thunder and calamity.
Her father named her "Tai Xuan Sheng Lian".
The next day, the daughter of the head of Taixuan Sect went down the mountain to David Cangwu. No one knew what she took with her when she came to Cangwu Shrine that day.
The autumn wind is blowing, the courtyard is deep, an old courtyard house is located on the border of Zhongyou. It seems that no one has visited it for a long time. A willow bends down, shining coldly in the moonlight, and the courtyard is full of floor. The withered and yellow apricot leaves were left unswept and desolate.
"Creak..."
A soft sound.
The old and almost rotten wooden door was pushed open by one hand. Du Yicui, who was slightly bloated, was holding a heavy stone jar in his hand.
The jar was filled with a strong smell of medicine. When I opened the wooden door, a smell that was stronger and more pungent than boiled herbs hit my nostrils.
The smell of blood, sweat, body odor that had not been washed for a long time, and an indescribable smell of excretion mixed together and fermented in the small and humid room to create an indescribable stench.
The entire air was sticky, damp, dark, and filled with a heavy malice.
Du Yicui couldn't hide the disgust in her eyes. She couldn't help but raise her sleeves to cover her nose. Looking at the small space in front of her and the unpleasant stench, she instantly had the urge to turn around and leave.
But when she touched her bulging belly with her palms, the struggle in her eyes gradually became firmer, and the half-open wooden door was completely pushed open.
A smile that she thought was charming appeared on her face, she pushed open the door and walked in. Her voice was very thin and soft: "Your Highness, are you feeling better today?"
Dampness The dark and smelly room was as quiet as death. It was as if she was greeting the empty air, but received no response.
Du Yicui protected her abdomen, walked to the table in the dark, arranged the hot soup and placed it on the table.
It was almost dusk, but the high-status patient in the room had no intention of lighting a candle, so Du Yicui had no choice but to do it herself.
"Rub..." The flint struck a faint spark in the dark environment, and finally there was a strange movement from the direction of the bed.
The candle light was bright, and the warm orange-yellow halo spread slowly like running water.
The light of a bean light danced, illuminating the face in the dark corner, bright and dim, half light and dark.
It was a face covered in dirty bandages, with thick blood and turbid yellow pus seeping out from under the cotton bandages.
Through the gaps in the bandages, you can vaguely see the horrific burn marks on the face. The bloody scars can no longer see the original skin.
Ying Xiu hugged his knees with his hands and huddled on the corner of the bed. The moment the candle was lit, the corner of his eye twitched, as if the burning pain of that day was clearly imprinted on him again. on his body.
He hugged himself into a ball. Even the candlelight could not dispel the turbidity and poison in his once black and white eyes.
The original color of the clothes on his body is completely unrecognizable. Often down-and-out literati have a sense of poverty, but for Ying Xiu at this moment.
Poor and sour are all excellent adjectives.
He stared at the light, and his mouth, which was faintly wrapped under the gauze with ulcerated lips that could no longer cover his teeth and gums, slowly wriggled.
The voice also seemed to be smoked by the blazing smoke, and it was indescribably hoarse and unpleasant: "Destroy it..."
In the past, Du Yicui would have been He obeyed the advice of His Highness and did not dare to disobey.
But in compliance with the adult's instructions, she took care of him in this deserted and dilapidated little yard for three full years.
In the past three years, he has always looked like a decadent person.
In a raging fire, he lost his former handsome appearance, as if even the princely style he once had was lost in the sea of fire.
Du Yicui's patience has been completely worn away in these three boring years. Because of his status as the prince, he still had some expectations in his heart.
But so much time has passed, and His Highness the Crown Prince has lost his trace and has not returned. However, the people of the Zhongyou Dynasty seem to have no such Highness. They have never sent anyone out to look for him, and they have not even released any news.
Du Yicui heard that three years ago, during the battle between the Tianxi Sword Sect and the collapse of the mountain, Empress Ying Ji seemed to have gone even more crazy after being injured by the Tianxi Sword Master, and she remained silent.
In the past few years, the Zhongyou Dynasty has experienced severe political turmoil, and the surrounding vassal forces within the dynasty have begun to make moves and gradually reveal their claws.
Because the 'Ghoul Disaster' came from the Nine Netherworld, many countries in the human world were affected by the disaster. This matter was so involved that it even alarmed the realm of the Supreme Being.
The Taiyin Emperor, as one of the Four Saints, cannot shake his position in the Six Realms, and the Shangqing Immortal Realm does have an obvious intention to suppress the Zhongyou Dynasty.
All signs prove that Empress Zhongyou is nearing her end.
If Zhongyou Dynasty has too much time to take care of itself, then His Highness the Crown Prince in this house will be nothing more than a waste in name only.
Du Yicui suddenly felt that her future was hopeless, and her thoughts towards Ying Xiu naturally became worse every day.
She did not extinguish the candle as instructed, but brought a bowl of boiling soup and walked to the window.
Perhaps her body was getting bloated and inconvenient, and the temperament of the pregnant woman was not very good. Du Yicui glanced at Ying Xiu with a cold expression, and lost all her previous patient and coaxing temperament, and simply poured the bowl into her hands. Put it aside.
"His Highness has been living like a ghost in the past few years. I feel very sad when I see it. If Your Highness really has no desire to survive, I will not dare to try to embarrass His Highness and force him to stay. This medicine is looking for It’s hard to come by, but it’s hard to come by Your Highness’s life is hanging on the line.
If His Highness gives up, it’s just a matter of words. From now on, I will naturally not lick this face and continue to ask for medicine for you. "< br>
The corners of Ying Xiu's eyes twitched, and he slowly raised his gloomy gaze, with a vague mocking tone in his voice: "It turns out to be Gu Sansong from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance."
The previous chapter is officially over< br>
(End of this chapter)